Talked my head off Worked my tail off Cried my eyes out Walked my feet off Sang my heat out So you see, There's really not much left of me.

I will not play tug o' war. I'd rather play hug o' war. Where everyone hugs instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles and rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses, and everyone grins, and everyone cuddles, and everyone wins.

My beard grows down to my toes, I never wears no clothes, I wraps my hair Around my bare, And down the road I goes.

The baby bat Screamed out in fright, 'Turn on the dark, I'm afraid of the light.

And he didn't really know where he was going, but he did know he was going somewhere, because you really have to go somewhere, don't you?

Underneath my outside face There's a face that none can see. A little less smiley, A little less sure, But a whole lot more like me.

Sometimes I get so depressed 'Bout what I haven't done. -NEVER